Ursula's Playdate - The Finish

Miki emerged from the knockout as she woke from a deep sleep, squirming and sighing. When her eyes fully opened, Miki saw she was seated in the corner of a boxing ring and that a large athletic blond, dressed in white trunks and sports bra, stood in front of her. A few minutes passed before Miki realized she was also in boxing gear, all black including the gloves.

“Hey…where…”

“Is Dion? His kisses are devastating, aren’t they?”

“Who are you?” blurted Miki.“Ursula,” said the Nordic beauty, banging her gloves together. “I boxed your husband Ron last week at the Amazonia, knocked him cold. We fucked a few days later.”

“Bitch!”

“I saw your picture in his wallet. I go through men’s wallets after I’ve fucked them so hard they pass out.”

Miki swung at Ursula, but the chesty blond leaned away from the punch.“I decided I would fight you, pretty thing!”

Miki and then Ursula raised their fists and began circling each other. Ursula saw the anger in Miki’s eyes.

“Don’t get upset and act stupid! I’m not in love with Ron; I don’t plan on stealing him!”

“What do you want?!”

“To fight you! That should be obvious!” Ursula rolled her eyes. “Ron’s a cheat and I’ve proven you’re not much better, pretty thing. But when Ron told me who you were, there was such tenderness in his voice. I had to knock you out!”

“Gou ri de!” Miki spat in Mandarin.

Ursula mockingly raised an eyebrow. “Well, I’ve already been with Ron!”

“Ni biaozi!”

Both women flew in explosive frenzy.

They landed shots infrequently as they both fought defensively. Then Ursula backed away from Miki, who went after her. I’m bigger and faster than you, pretty thing, Ursula thought. Keep coming!

Miki’s rational thinking switched off and she attacked Ursula, dying to beat her anger out on the blond Amazon. A phantom hook bashed Miki on the side of the head. The smaller girl wobbled on her feet before an airy, dreamy sensation crept over her.Seeing her opponent’s eyes going glassy, Ursula nudged Miki against the ropes. Hooking Miki’s arms over the top ropes, Ursula debated for a moment in her heart whether to punish Miki further or put her completely to sleep.Miki smiled and began to burble nonsense.

Ursula’s gut shot snapped her out the daze and the blond savored seeing Miki crouched in agony. Miki’s pain tasted like syrup.“Now, pretty thing, time for bed!”The upper cut shut off the lights in Miki’s addled brain and put her through the ropes, landing her on the wrestling mats below.

Sleep drained from Miki after a few hours of erotic dreams. Sitting up on the hotel bed was a painful activity for Miki, so she did it slowly. Stumbling to the motel door way, Miki watched the highway traffic go by and tried to out where she was.

Good Night Kiss

The two girls who cornered Will were very angry with him. They had been his lovers and still felt strongly toward him, but Will had cheated.As the girls, Jackie and Koi, surronded him, Will was reminded why he nailed them.

Both were taller than Will, with piercing eyes and satisfying chests. Along with bodybuilding, Jackie and Koi boxed, which was how they found Will.

Will stood no chance in the ring with either woman. First Koi and then Jackie knocked Will out in the second round. Koi, the more impulsive of the pair, fell for her victim as soon as she saw him sprawled on the the canvas. Jackie was able to control herself until after she and Will fucked. Then she dove in head first.

The way Koi smiled at Will, he knew they were going to go rough on him. They're right to be mad, Will admitted to himself as Koi stepped closer. Expecting the beating to commence, Will was pleasantly surprised to get a kiss. Koi held him as she used to, firmly in her strong arms. For a few seconds, Will almost convinced himself he was forgiven.

The girls fumed when Jackie found a pair of women's panties that neither owned. Koi recalled seeing the same pair of underpants in the womens dressing room of the Amazonia Boxing Club on Kim Caldwell.Will confessed immediately, hoping to placate his girlfriends with sincerity.

That was wasted effort.

Not only had the man Jackie and Koi loved and trusted two timed them, but he did it with Kim Caldwell. The only men Kim would have were other women's men.Earlier that afternoon, Jackie had dealt with Kim, whom she called "the poaching bitch!" Hauling her rival into an unused dressing room, Jackie slammed the door and administered a beating that reminded Kim who owned Will's genitalia. When Jackie walked out, Kim was on her ass, slumped against the wall, eyes shut, her legs spread open. Jackie figured it was a position that came naturally to Kim.

Jackie took her turn tasting Will. She was angrier at Will than Koi and through her justified indignation, her feelings for him were stronger."I'll miss you," Jackie whispered in his ear and stepped back.Will let his body relax.At the same instant, fists hammered Will.

Inside a minute, the blows put Will in a blurry confusion. With each punch, the chaos increased until all Will saw was white. He felt Koi's arms slip around him and he sank back. Jackie landed head and gut shots to Will until his legs gave out and he dropped to the floor."I fucking loved you!" was all Will heard before what felt like a baseball bat hit his jaw.

When Will came around, he was laying face down on his bed where Jackie and Koi had flung him.

Ursula's Playdate - Part One

Ursula took her time, Ron noticed, ending the match when she was working over a guy in the ring. It was like she was getting to know him better until she punched his lights out.
The stories Ron heard that Ursula slept with every man she clobbered seemed plausible to him. He heard them from the female Amazonia Club members and Ron never disregarded the female capacity to smear another woman with the truth when it was available. The same stories from the men would seem, to Ron, like hollow bragging.

Ron didn't get passed the fourth round with the Danish boxer. Her long legs kept up with Ron and her powerful arms pinned her opponent to the ropes. Being used to men like Ron by now, Ursula followed her routine.
She flirted with Ron in the first round, putting him in clinches, pressing her full chest against him when he was on the ropes. In rounds two and three, Ursula went to work, battering Ron's body until it was numb and his eyes barely open.
Ron stumbled out for the final round in a thick haze, hearing the "THUMP!" and "THWACK!" of Ursula's gloves smacking all over his body until the rhythm of the blows told Ron he was about to be on the canvas.
Through the haze Ron saw Ursula lean in and fondle his erection with her right glove.
"Ha!!" Ursula sneered. Ursula stepped back. "Now I knock you out!"
Delirious pleasure jolted Ron at the sound of Ursula's Scandinavian accent.
The red boxing glove slammed into Ron's face. He pitched downward, seeing Ursula's grinning face blur to white. Ron thought of Lucy Liu and was sleeping in a pool of warm darkness.

"Who's the cutie in the picture?"
Ursula was going through Ron's wallet, a regular post-coital practice. She was always curious about about the lives of the men she fucked senseless. Glancing at the lovely, petite Asian girl's picture wedged over Ron's driver's license, Ursula knew she hit pay dirt.
"It's my wife, Miki," said Ron who stirred awake by his lover's question.
A week had gone by since their match and Ron had healed up, except for the bruise under his left eye. every time Ursula saw the contusion, she felt excited and proud.
"Oh really?" Ursula asked. "Does she know you're a dirty cheat?"
"Yeah..." was all Ron said. Siting up on the bed, Ron kissed Ursula's neck and shoulders. "We've been together since college."
"Does Miki box also?"
"It's how we met." Ron smiled at memories from a decade earlier. "I was on the men's boxing team at Blake Mitchell University and she was on the women's."
"Did you guys fight?"
"Twice. I put Miki to sleep both times."
Ursula's index finger gently stroked Miki's image as Ursula began thinking.

Desiree didn't recall inviting the dark haired guy who was talking to Miki. But a lot of strangers showed up at her husband Peter's parties and Desiree assumed he had separated from the female he came with and was now attached to her friend Miki.
Desiree had no illusions about what developed when Miki encountered a handsome stranger when Ron wasn't around: a severe case of the quickies. Miki certainly had had enough alcohol to aggravate her condition. Miki smiled at Desiree as she and the stranger talked. He always moved close to Miki, complimenting the girl boxer on what great shape she was in.
Miki, after a patch of silence when she looked him up and down, mentioned a spare room near the back door of Peter and Desiree's house.
"Let's not waste a minute of this darkness," Miki told her new friend when they entered the room and shut the door.
"Not a second," he answered, flicking off the light switch. In the blackness, Miki capitulated to the hands inside her shirt, smoothly moving across her stomach and breasts.
"Hey...what's you name...?" Miki asked as she unbuttoned the stranger's jeans.
WHAP!
POW!
SOCK!
When he threw the lights back on, the dark haired stranger saw Miki was stunned, out on her feet. He refastened his pants and slugged miki a fourth time, jerking her head sideways.
The lights went out completely in Miki's head and the stranger caught her in his arms. Seeing the hallway was clear, the dark haired stranger carried the limp Miki out to the deserted driveway and down the block to a parked car.

Ursula stepped out of the driver's side and opened the back door of the sedan.
"Place her in the back seat, Dion," Ursula said. Ursula then threw a blanket over the knocked out girl.
"Good boy," Ursula whispered embracing Dion. "I'll see you tomorrow night for our play date."
They kissed again and Ursula slapped Dion's ass as he walked away. Ursula felt anticipation for the next two nights.

Marc and the Sleeping Beauty

Alice had one of those just out of college voices, so I guessed she was in her late twenties. When I met her at The Caffeine Cafe to discuss the details, I saw she had just cracked thirty. She was shortish, with shoulder length black hair and a round, open face, illuminated by bright brown eyes and full lips. Alice's arms and legs were well developed. Her full breasts were proportioned with her compact body.
"Hello Marc," Alice whispered when we sat down at a sidewalk table. She handed me the envelope, which I tucked in my jacket pocket. "You look like your voice," she added.
"Thank you," I answered and smiled boyishly as I could. It put women at ease. Many times people have been embarrassed by the thing they want so much and are uneasy when they get it.
"You have a pretty voice, Alice," We were silent as the waitress left our coffees. I liked working with women built like Alice, her body almost fit completely in your hands.
"How long have you been training with Peter?" I asked.
"A year. I've known Desiree for a long time, so she recommended him when I wanted to learn how to fight."
Desiree was my friend Peter's wife. Knowing Dez, she and Alice were more than friends. Peter gave Alice my cell phone number. He told me "Alice is one for you. She'll be a great fighter, she just needs help with other matters."

Alice's spacious apartment was a few blocks from the Cafe. We had the whole day so Alice and I talked a little more in the kitchen.
"I use these," I told Alice, handing her my red boxing gloves. "They're loaded with sand."
When I saw anticipation explode on Alice's face when she fondled the gloves, my last doubt vanished.
I set up the tripod and fixed the HD camcorder so it had a clear view of Alice's neatly made bed. Alice laced up my boxing gloves. She kissed each glove when she was finished, giving me a coy smile each time.
Alice stripped to her underwear and posed at the foot of her bed in a sexy fighting stance.
"I'm a dirty slut!" Alice purred and a change washed over her face. Alice let her mouth fall open invitingly. For a second I was frozen watching the transformation. "I've fucked twenty men in one day! What do you do to a girl like that?! What? When are you going to fuck me!?"
POW!!
Alice made a little hop when I tagged her chin. After a minute of confusion about what had just happened to her, Alice's eyes turned up and she fainted onto the bed.
I counted her out, loud enough for the camcorder to pick it up as it taped Alice flat out on her back. Thumbing her eyelids, I saw only whites. The knockout was total.
Alice's light frame was easy to move to the pillows, where I rested her head. I pressed my hand on the front of her red silk panties. They were soaked.
I kept the recorder on until Alice stirred awake.
Initially, Alice was baffled about how she ended up on the bed. When her memory reactivated, she leaned back on the bed, laughing with content.
"Are you okay, Alice?" I asked.
"I feel...soo..alive!"
I shut off the camcorder.

Getting punched out left Alice extremely horny, so we had sex for an hour after she fully recovered.
"I only went with women since I was eighteen years old," she told me, head resting on my chest. "Then Peter had me spar with a guy at the gym. WHAP!" Alice made a punching motion in the air. "He knocked me clean out when he hit me by accident. When I woke up, I was horny for him. I fucked him two nights later."
I'd heard a few variants on this story before. The first few times I asked probing follow up questions about "Why?", the answers discouraged me from questioning any further. The sanest response I ever recieved was "It's just my wiring."

Alice was seeing one woman right now, but also slept with a number of men. I suggested she simply have the woman she loves knock her out.
Alice shrugged. "It doesn't feel the same."

I put my gear away and again asked Alice how she was feeling.
"Great! I'll keep your card!" Alice moved toward the end of her bed. "Could you..Marc...once more?"
I couldn't say no to pleading cuteness in Alice's eyes. We exchanged a long kiss.
WHAM!!!
My bare knuckle upper cut lifted Alice into the air, making her body tunr in an arc. Her entire body slapped the bed, causing it to shake. I put the tape of out session next to her on a pillow.
I kissed Alice and walked out.

Kiki

Supported by the two bottom ropes of the ring, Kiki slept peacefully. Her head leaned on her right shoulder, her chin just touched her chest. Kiki's red boxing gloves, that Will had tied up three rounds earlier, lay invitingly on her bare brown thighs, drawing Will's attention.
As he counted her out, Will admired his fallen opponent. Kiki had been arrogant, a lot of female fighters were. But Kiki's self-assurance was different. She wasn't insulting, but flirty.
Without warning Will, Kiki stripped down to her black lace underwear just before the bout started. Then she moved toward Will like a bride to her husband on their wedding night. Turning up her chests at chest level, Kiki asked Will to lace up her gloves. For a moment, he gawked and then, slowly, methodically, ties the laces.
As he worked, Kiki taunted her opponent with questions like "What you got for me, sugar?" and "Almost done, honey?"
Kiki clasped her gloved hands around Will's head and gave him a long, firm kiss.
"I want you to know, Will, that I am going to knock you out. This fight ends with you sound asleep. And when you wake up, I'll be long gone!"
Kiki searcher Will's eyes for a reaction. "Anything you want to say to me?"
Will returned her kiss, clasping her body to his. He ran his hands around Kiki's smooth thighs and small, round ass. Catching her breath, Kiki took a step back from Will.
"Boy, I'm sorry I have to put your lights out...You know how to kiss!"
Kiki turned and glided back to her corner. Watching Kiki's ass shake so enticingly, Will told himself "I've got to knock this one out!"
At the squawk of the automatic buzzer, Kiki moved quickly, faster than Will expected. But he paced along with her, forcing her back to the ropes.
Gloves smacked bodies loudly.
Will blocked some of Kiki's punches and absorbed the others. He quickly noticed Kiki's punching had a routine, with only a few variations. Will tracked the pattern, responding quicker and quicker to her blows.
Kiki extended her right an inch more than she needed to stop a punch from Will. Will crouched and pasted Kiki's upper jaw. The girl pitched back and bounced off the ropes.
Will took one step forward, swinging his left into Kiki's midsection. Will held back for a second when he saw Kiki's face contract in agony. The right upper cut hit Kiki's chin. Stars exploded. Darkness rapidly engulfed the shinny lights and Kiki's legs went out from under her. Kiki never felt herself hit the canvas.

For a few moments, Will considered leaving the unconscious Kiki to awake up by herself, like she promised to do to him. Will decided not to, Kiki was gorgeous sleeping on the ropes.
Will knelt and affectionately slapped Kiki's cheeks. Kiki struggled back to consciousness.
"How did I?" she asked, profoundly confused.
"I knocked you out, Kiki." Will said. "Don't you remember?"
"No...."
Kiki sounded confused, even scared. As hard as she tried to recall, the previous five minutes were a blank.
"Will?...You didn't.. while I was...?"
"No, of course not."
Kiki allowed her body to rest against Will as he helped her out of the ring.

How I Got Donna

Donna was dying to give me a black eye. It was her come on when she wanted to fuck a guy. But if she wanted you in bed, Donna had you in the ring first.
All that was fine with me. I joined the Amzaonia Boxing Club to fight women. Guys in their 20s watched Donna in her pink and purple sweats that had "KNOCKOUT" stitched on the ass, and accepted her challenge, assuming it was an easy match. Most of those beginners woke up with a splitting headache in the Club's recovery room.
Donna had kept in great shape after her divorce at age forty. The separation's most interesting story ran that Donna hospitalized her her cheating husband and his girlfriend. Those who know Donna, believe it completely.
I admit now, that as I stood in the ring with her, Donna got me so stoked by her aggressiion. She gazed and threw punches at me, trying to be intimidating. I just wanted sex with her more.
My seconds were Desiree, my friend Peter's wife, and Kiki, my sometime bed partner and corner person. Kiki didn't like Donna at all.
"Marc, just knock her out quick," Kiki said, rubbing my shoulders. "She's a slut and sluts are easy to knock out!"
I wished that was always true.

Donna and I touched gloves.
"Which eye, Marc?"
"What do you mean?"
"Which eye do you want black when you finally wake up?"
I pictured Donna on her back, out cold, at my feet. "Your choice, honey pot!"
"Both then!"

A bout with Donna wasn't just foreplay. Fighting since high school, Donna had learned to move rapidly around the ring when fighting men, watching for weakness. I stepped into my knockout punch.
Before the fifth round, I dropped Donna twice, both with body shots. Swaying to her feet after the second fall, Donna beat the count by one digit. I figured she was already boarding the dreamland express.
In the fifth, Donna kept her distance, shaken by the last knock down, I thought. Ducking out my roundhouse, Donna popped up and unleashed a left-right combination to my jaw. I saw her thighs as I went down.
Next I was seated in my corner. Desiree waved smelling salts under my nose while she asked me questions.
"An old lady knocked his sorry ass out cold!" from Kiki was all I heard intially. "Probably wanted to fuck her!"
Kiki's voice, even when angry, was enticing and as my head slowly cleared, I considered a three way with Desiree and Kiki. The day dream suddenly stopped and I was in the recovery room. A doctor was flashing a light in my eyes.

Donna visited me during my three days in the hospital. I got a detailed description of how Donna enjoyed seeing me flat on the canvas.
"What really thrilled me was your erection," Donna told me. "Kiki wasn't happy!"
"Kiki can be very possessive," I explained. "And she dislikes you alot."
Donna slipped her hand under the sheets and slowly felt her way up my thighs. "I can tell you like me very much!"

A week later, Donna came over my place for dinner. We drank a few beers and exchanged life stories. seeing Donna's eyes fixed on me, I edited my story to the really interesting episodes which kept the narrative brief.
The sex was worth getting beaten senseless by Donna. She liked to control men by overwhelming them with pleasure. I had no trouble letting Donna have her way.

"Where you going, Donna?" I asked from my side of the bed as Donna was putting on her underwear, her voice and movements still slow from sleep.
"It's 9 in the morning..."
"On a Sunday..."
I got out of bed and gently clasped her shoulders. Donna made a weak attempt to wiggle free. "You're not going now..."
My finger drew down on her panties and they dropped to her ankles. I pressed her firmly against the bedroom wall and we kissed. She gave me a look of submission and triumph as we fucked and then Donna melted into my arms after our orgasm.
"That...I..." she murmured and went to sleep.

Tammy

Tammy knocked Cathy out. She worked Cathy over pretty well, but just as we arrived to stop things, Tammy loaded up and sent my girl to dreamland.
I don't know if I should call Cathy "my girl." We've been friends a long time and have sex a lot. We have other partners, yet I still feel protective of her. I heard the brawl across the club, Tammy's voice loud and clear as a bell, calling Cathy a stupid slut. Cathy's only response was "aaaahhhhh" every time Tammy's fists delivered a punishing head or body shot.
Tammy was kind of plus sized and she put all her weight behind the upper cut finisher. Me and Cathy's sister Abby watched in shock as the punch lifted Cathy off her feet and into the air, landing her on a empty couch nearby. The couch tipped over, flipping Cathy to the floor, flat on her face.
We rolled Cathy over. Her face had a passive expression of deep sleep. Tammy had completely iced her.
"That bitch needs to watch herself!" Tammy yelled at Abby and me. Tammy had curly black hair and a pretty, dark face with emerald eyes. I admit that even as I looked at Cathy laid out at my feet, I couldn't stop thinking about Tammy's ass and tits.
"What the hell as that about?" I shouted back.
Tammy explained angrily that she caught Cathy looking at her man Lance in a manner Tammy didn't like. I wasn't shocked at that announcement. Cathy was too horny for her own good sometimes.
"I told her to get lost," Tammy added in a happier tone when she caught sight of Cathy's condition. "She wouldn't so fists started flying. Mostly mine!"
I looked back at Cathy. Abby was thumbing her sister's eyelids, which showed only whites. She slipped a cushion under Cathy's head and called for an ambulance on her cell phone. I heard Tammy laugh with satisfaction.
"I'm sure you know what you've done, Tammy?!"
"Sure I do! I punched out a slut who deserved it!"
"Maybe I need to teach you how serious this is?"
Tammy put her fists on her hips and nodded her head mockingly. "Okay Alex, will it be bare fists in the parking lot now or gloves in the ring later?"
"Gloves in the ring."
"When do you want to fight for the honor of Sleeping Beauty?"
We agreed to use the ring at the Clam Sandwich next Tuesday night. I knew the owner so I could use the ring when the club was closed.
"Tell Miss Slut I wished her sweet dreams!"
As Tammy strutted back to bar and her boyfriend, I marvelled again at her great ass.

The older I get, the more I believe that a woman's attractiveness is in how she carries herself. Tammy strode into the ring dressed in a black top and tight black shorts, confident that not only was I going to be unconscious by round two, but I would wake up dying to fuck her.
"Now you know already you're going to lose this fight," Tammy asserted when we touched gloves. "After this fight, I own you!"
"We'll see!" I snorted.
I took a few swings at Tammy that she ducked. Then I delivered a stinging 1-2 combination to Tammy's head. Tammy blinked violently, moving backward and cursing me.
"Ever had a man take you out!" I asked. Tammy answered by suddenly hammering my sides and mid section. I retreated, with Tammy in pursuit. We traded more shots. I concentrated on her torso, knowing it would take a lot of head shots to put this girl down.
The automatic buzzer sent us back to our corners. As we caught our breath, Tammy and me eyes each other.
"Why you fighting for this slut, Alex?" Tammy wanted to know. "I knock girls like her out before breakfast!"
I thought for a moment. "I like Cathy, she's a sweet girl. We have fun together!"
"That's good to here," Tammy said. "I hope for your sake she's a good nurse."
The buzzer screamed again. We launched at each other.
"Say nighty-night, honey stick!"
A sharp WHAP!! cracked in my ears as the leather of Tammy's boxing glove smacked my head.
I was launched upward and then blackness. My eyes opened and I felt myself floating dreamily, slowly to the canvas. I knew I'd just been knocked out, but I was content and relaxed. I was fast asleep before the canvas stopped my fall.

Thirty minutes later I awoke on a bed, with Tammy sat by my side. "Hey, lover man, took one for your girl!"
Tammy was wearing a pink and black lace corset nightie, that she began to undo.
All night sex with Tammy left me totally exhausted, but very satisfied and bewitched with Tammy's body. I liked being owned.
But Tammy wanted to return the goods.
"You were great, believe me Alex," she told me. "But I havea full time man!"
"But...come on, Tammy, last night was great!"
"I know."
"So why stop!?"
"Because no man owns me!"
WHAM!!
Tammy's upper cut sent me out immediately. I woke up on the front lawn of Cathy's apartment as the sprinklers were coming on.